A Blueberry World Part 3 V2

A Blueberry World Part 3

Christen sighed as she locked up the door to Diner Dash. Unfortunately, she had to stay over to close up the shop as Paxton found out that a customer had swollen up into a blueberry, and she was linked to it in some way. “Thanks for sticking up for me, Pam.”

The whole incident had brought a rush of business and news attention to Diner Dash, though. Everyone wanted to see Ellen, the human blueberry. The poor woman had swollen so much that she was as big as the building by the time they found a tow truck to haul her way. The paramedics were baffled by Ellen’s situation and said she was the third human blueberry they found this week.

Christen wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked to her car. The temperature had been rising all day, and she felt like her insides were cooking. The blue color on her hand had spread to cover her body except for her head. “I hope I am not turning into a blueberry again.” She pulled at the collar of her work uniform. “I can feel my fluids starting to build up inside my body.”

She sighed as she unlocked her car. “Why is this happening to me, though? Why do I constantly have blueberry juice running through my body?” Christen sat down and saw her face turning blue in the mirror. “I hope I can make it home before I swell up again.”

She started her car and turned on the radio. Smooth jazz began to play as she rushed home. Christen was supposed to meet Greg later that day for a date, but now that she was turning blue again, maybe it was a good idea to cancel. “Even if I don’t swell up, look at me.” She held up her right arm. “I am all blue. Greg is going to flip out when he sees me like this.” She noticed blue droplets dripping off of her palms. “Is my sweat turning into blueberry juice? My life is just going off the deep end of weirdness.”

When she arrived home, Christen could feel a sloshing sensation in her legs. As she parked her car, she ran her arms along her limbs to check for any swelling, but her body still felt normal besides the strange sensations happening below her skin. “Well, I can feel juice inside my body now, but I guess it isn’t enough for my body to swell.” She stepped out of the car. “It better stay that way. I am not a blueberry.”

“Still have that blue makeup on, I see Christen.”

Christen turned around to see Margret, half-dressed and smoking a cigarette in the neighboring yard. Margret pulled at her oversized t-shirt as she walked closer to her mailbox. “Are you trying to get a new job as a clown or something?”

Christen clenched her hands. “No. It is none of your business.”

Margret flicked her cigarette into the street and coughed. “Right. I just don’t think that amount of blue paint on your skin all the time can be healthy. It must be some kind of health code violation.”

Christen crossed her arms and felt some juice pool at her elbows. “What are you trying to say?”

“Only that if you don’t stop wearing that stupid blue outfit, I might call some authority to get you kicked out of here. We are a respectable neighborhood and all.”

Christin’s eye twitched. That is some bull from someone who parties all night and walks around the block half-naked in day time. Giving me this shit about being colored blue. She took a deep breath.

“I will see what I can do about this.”

Margret smiled. “Good. I would hate to lose you as a neighbor. Breaking in new people is such a bother.” She yawned. “Now to go rest up. I don’t understand how people can be out at this time.”

“It is only four in the afternoon.”

Margret walked towards her house. “What is wrong with you?” She slammed the door.

Christen sighed. “I need to do something.” She looked down at her legs which were just starting to swell. “Great. Well, at least watchful Margret didn’t see this.” She bent down and felt how squishy her thighs were. “I can feel the juices building up inside me. It is weird. The sensation doesn’t bother me that much. Or at least not as much as the first time.”

Christen walked to her front door and stopped as she tapped her finger on the doorknob. “I wonder if there is something I could do about Margret. My blueberry sweat earlier today made Ellen swell into a blueberry, or at least I think that is what happened. Maybe I can get her to swell into one as well.”

Christen shook her head. “No, what am I saying. I can’t do that to someone else. Turning someone else into a blueberry on purpose. That is crazy.” She sighed. “But if I don’t do something, she might try and make my life miserable, maybe even lose my home. Who knows how the housing commission looks on human blueberries.” She turned and looked at Margret’s house, tapping her swollen knee. “Also, maybe if I make her swell, then I won’t have to. I did lose the coloration earlier today when I made Ellen become a blueberry.” She shook her head. “No, I am not going to make someone else turn into a blueberry. It isn’t right.”

She walked into her house and locked the door behind her. “I need to think of what I am going to do before Greg arrives. I need to find some way to keep this swelling down or even drain my body, so he doesn’t freak out about me being a blueberry.” She shook her head. “I need to stop saying that. I am not a blueberry.”

She walked into the door pressing down on her swollen legs. “I am just glad no one can see me in here.” She turned around and locked the door behind her. “If I swell into a full blueberry again, no one will notice.”

Christen walked into the next room as she rubbed her belly. “Ugh, all I can taste right now is blueberries. I should get something to drink to try to wash this taste out of my mouth while I can.” She looked down at her marshmallow-like legs. “Before, I can’t walk.”

Christen waddled into the kitchen and grabbed herself a cup out of the cabinet. Her pants were slowly tearing as her legs continued to swell. “At least I have multiple work uniforms as I think I am going to tear apart this one.”

She filled up the glass with water and held the water to her mouth. “Down the hatch.”

The liquid was pleasant and soothing. “Ahh, much better.” She waddled over to the nearby chair and sat down, causing the chair to groan under her weight. Christen smiled as she rubbed her stomach. “I feel much better.” She suddenly burped. “Oh, excuse me.”

The taste of blueberries entered her mouth again. “Well, that didn’t last long.” She felt her insides bubbling up as her body began to swell. Before she could react, the chair she was sitting in snapped under her growing girth as her butt expanded out in a sudden motion. She bounced off the ground and onto her swollen belly. “Goodness.” She let out another burp. “That water just made this worse. My juices are expanding like crazy in my body.”

Christen tried to stand, but the weight of her expanding body was too much for her. Instead, she just rested on her massive chest as her body puffed outward. Her pants ripped apart, and her shirt slowly traveled up her chest. “I will be a blueberry in less than a minute.”

Christen’s bra snapped off, flying out of the window as her body became a blueberry sphere. “Great, I loved that bra.” Her head hit the ceiling as she began to push the table towards the wall. “I am becoming so massive. And the juice keeps coming.”

She felt herself push into the walls. “So much juice.” She gritted her teeth as her body was slowly pressed into a tighter and tighter ball. “Need more room to expand. These walls need to go, or I might explode.”

The walls began to shake before suddenly she exploded out, swelling ten feet in five seconds. Even then, she continued to swell, the juices inside of her bubbling up. “If I get any bigger, I will have to get my own building permit.”

Suddenly her body stopped swelling, and she looked down, a good ten feet taller than the houses around her. “I hope that I don’t start rolling or who knows what will happen.”

“What the hell?”

Christen blinked. “That sounded like Margret’s voice.”

“It is because it is. What kind of joke is this?” Christen felt a tiny hand press against the side of her massive body. “I knew you were bad, but this.”

“Margret, stop it. I can feel that I am about to start moving.”

“Oh, don’t give me that.”

Christen slowly began to roll towards Margret’s house.  “Oh no. I don’t think I can stop myself.” As she collided with the house, her massive blueberry body rolled right through the foundation.

“My house.” Margret cried from below.

“You shouldn’t have pushed me.” Christen kept rolling down a hill and into a forest, the trees breaking against her body. She picked up speed until she fell off a cliff. Down and down she went, picking up speed until she landed into a lake at the bottom, floating on the surface.

“At least I am no longer moving.” Christen looked around. “I guess I will just wait here until I return to normal. If I return to normal.”